Posts Tagged ‘culture’

At some point, every place you frequent will become corrupted by suburbanites.

In New York, for example, clubs and restaurants closed after “bridge and tunnel” traffic destroyed the vibe.

In Houston, business models take this kind of thing into consideration so it doesn’t really matter. I guess people in Manhattan thought they’d be better insulated, but Jersey was just a bridge away.

The divide between Suburban and Urban is much worse than jarring. It’s hysterical and getting worse it would seem.

Frames of reference are light years apart. In fact, everything about big city life sets whatever happens in Suburbia in another star system.

I guess it’s like going to war for the first time. Everything is shocking until it isn’t and then your just as screwed as the rest of us.

 

 

When a “normal, well-adjusted” young woman sees an older man dating someone her age [or is hit on by an older man], she often dismisses the move as “creepy.”

But none of this has anything whatsoever to do with the man. It’s the woman’s frustration with her own personal life.

She’s either single and frustrated, or unhappy with someone in her life, and hopes this kind of thing doesn’t become a routine.

She’s trying to protect her space in time from outside interference.

If I told you I didn’t understand this reaction I’d be lying. I did the same thing as a young man when trying to defend my world from older affluent men who seemed to come and go at will with women my age.

I wasn’t there yet, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It was what it was, and I couldn’t afford to compete.

As for the women who refuse to consider it as a viable alternative to younger men, the following applications of “creepy” are as follows:

1] Young women use it against their fathers for dating women their age — and against their fathers’ friends who hit on them.

2] Older women use it against older men who won’t date them because they’re no longer young.

3] Feminist yoga Nazis use it against men because any weapon against men is a good thing.

This is the backlash all older men face when bucking the system.

It’s also blatant discrimination, sanctioned by all women for the reasons enumerated.

All men are fair game. Not that we haven’t always been the scapegoat for all of the world’s nightmares. Thank God we don’t have menstrual cycles or the shit would really hit the fan.

You definitely do not want to fuck with testosterone.

Just let us buy into our own delusions for a solid week every month and there would be nothing left to talk about.

So back to the “creep” thing, if dating women half our age is “creepy” then tell younger women to stop dating us.

There are many reasons they do it, including the ones you imagine, so stop wasting your breath.

Do women actually think age-appropriate relationships come with money back guarantees?

Check out the latest divorce statistics — or how about the number of single women running around with kids they can’t afford because their age-appropriate husbands got sick of their emasculating bullshit and moved to another state under an assumed name.

Cry all you want. Men will take what’s available because it’s in our nature. It’s what we do and who we are, and just because women resent it doesn’t mean it’s going anywhere.

When women hand their bodies to us in the name of feminist egalitarianism, we take the bodies and forget about what the hell it’s called. All we see is availability…and now we’re opportunists; soulless scumbags with no moral compass bordering on the sociopathic.

Hey, it’s not our fault that Oxytocin doesn’t run rampant in our bloodstreams.

The regret drug. Oops. Didn’t think feelings would play a role in rough play, did you?

Frankly, it’s time all women took a long, hard look at what they’ve created.

Yes, this is their world, the one they carved out in the name of equality and then hammered over our heads for 5 decades.

So this is what hammering us over the head for 5 decades looks like…

Older guys are always kind of giddy when they meet someone at a bar who appears to express an interest in them.

In fact, the magic is so powerful that they neglect to get anything more than a first name after sharing 2 bottles of wine and a shrimp cocktail at their expense.

They call me the next day to tell me that it finally happened: “I finally met someone I’m genuinely interested in who is also interested in me!”

Of course, the later part of the sentence is the key to the whole thing because they’re already interested in anyone young enough and hot enough like most men.

Okay, so now it’s Sunday morning and all they have is a first name and 90 minutes of conversation.

Why do you think this is?

Would it have something to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to be tracked!?!

If she was truly interested in the man she would have given him a business card and/or last name.

But because the world is wired and everyone is traceable, the less information she divulges the harder it is to put the pieces of her life together.

This is academic in today’s world.

There are several possibilities here:

1] She may want to fuck around without being labeled a slut, which means she has to protect her identity from men she may have other interests in, like money.

2] She may not want to be stalked by the guy who just bought the bottles of wine because she enjoys the wine more than the guy who bought them for her.

3] She may be playing several guys at the same time, which means that she has to become several different people. This is why many women use first and middle names, only — or middle then first names and so on when registering with Facebook and other social networking sites…but mainly, Facebook. Then she can close ranks with a few “close friends” who share in her escapades and live their own lives as other people.

4] Women married to very wealthy husbands who travel all the time are prime candidates for this type of activity. While hubby is in Brazil on business she has two or three lovers back home who only know her as “Angelle” from Adultfriendfinder: Its just fragments of data in cyberspace and nothing more.

5] Such women who are members of certain communities, like health clubs, often keep a low profiles for reasons you may not consider. One of them is anonymity. Excuses of shyness or antisocial personality disorder no longer work. Most people already know it’s about stealth.
There is a woman at my own health club who carries on two relationships at the same time — in public. How does she do this? Her husband is from a foreign country, never speaks to anyone, and travels extensively. He is not doing poker night with the boys. In fact, he is not known at all. For her part, she is virtually invisible. No on knows her name, or anything about her. In fact, most people wouldn’t even recognize her at a restaurant because her look changes like the hide of a chameleon. Thus, she is able to pull off the ruse with self-confidence and grace.

She also chooses her dates carefully, which the Internet helps parse.

Now you know why a woman may not want you to find her.

In the old days most people didn’t have access to FBI databases. Now they know your entire ancestry going back three centuries in a keystroke.

No wonder they only exist in your head.

To keep things real, I thought I’d drop a quick note about this Celebrex ad.

As you can see, the guy on the right is supposed to fit the profile of a typical middle-aged man: Receding hairline, the obligatory sweater [sweaters soften men up physically and emotionally], and of course, the age-appropriate dance partner just to let you know he’s normal and well-adjusted.

But as the ad progresses you see him dancing with the instructor [seen in the background], and if you were to tune in at that exact moment you would assume she was his wife.

This is reality.

Unless the man has been married for 30 years to the woman they cast as his wife, she’s not his freaking wife!

I laugh every time I see this crap.

If I were casting this I’d swap the women’s roles and men would be buying all the Celebrex they could get their hands on.

Well-adjusted my ass.

http://www.cosmopolitan.com/advice/health/female-bodybuilding?utm_source=crowdignite.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=crowdignite.com

Ask any guy my age [middle age] in the gym to describe the ideal female physique and he will tell you fit, toned and muscular without the “roids.”

As for butt size, breast size or hair color, it’s secondary.

I hope I cleared this up.

What you’re looking at is a man who would be dead within three hours if he skipped a single meal.

This is the new normal.

My gym is overrun with such men.

Many of them are middle aged, single, narcissistic, arrogant, and unemployed — courtesy of family assistance or blind luck or both.

In other words, aspiring to look like this guy is all they do.

In a sense, it’s what they do for a living because to live without it would be a death sentence.

I bring this up in deference to – and, in solidarity with – women who are subjected to the media’s idealization of anorexic physiques and the psycho nightmare that leads people here.

Personally, I like curves, but I’m neither normal or well adjusted by today’s standards.

On another note, I’ve been hard at work on my new book, which is why my posts have been scant of late.

 

 

 

 

http://www.returnofkings.com/4912/the-manosphere-is-becoming-an-obvious-success

A brief note about this.

In a nutshell, men love the fruits of feminism.

The rough translation of this is we love all the free sex and rampant infidelity that keeps supply levels high. We also also love walking away from someone we just slept with the way a homicidal sociopath leaves a murder scene.

I’ll leave it here.

 

 

 

 

 

http://social.entertainment.msn.com/blogs/blog–jlo-ditched-over-diva-demands

 

It’s not about talent, stupid.

It may, however, have something to do with her Hispanic heritage [slice and dice the demographic and you come up with ratings], coupled with bedding the right people under circumstances that provided fodder for blackmail.

It may also have had something to do with more than a seed of narcissism coupled with delusion. The two tend to go hand in hand.

Hollywood paves the way for it’s own demons by elevating such people to levels beyond which any human being can adapt without psychiatric consequence. It creates – and then markets – the brands, but kills the branded. So we have incarnations like Lopez who is no longer in touch with reality because the branding process leaves her, the person, the human being, somewhere else entirely. She doesn’t even have a first name anymore. It’s simply” J-Lo” as though it were some sort of ice cream or facial cleanser.

So this is what Hollywood spawns in order to generate income: products. It simply utilizes the narcissistic fuel already in ample supply in it’s “stars” and then amplifies it a thousand times and a thousand more until the person breaches all sane thresholds and then ends up in a New York Post story like the one above.

So, in essence, it’s a fucked up person manipulated by an opportunistic marketing network to generate income = which generates psychiatric fallout = which makes for great headlines.

I get it.

For many of us, nothing we do is ever enough, which is why we keep searching for something that is.

I learned it from my late father. How to be unhappy with everything no matter how much I had because nothing was enough to fill the emptiness, the void.

I had to keep accomplishing more and more like a rat on a wheel.

But maybe there’s an upside to this syndrome. I do, in fact, keep producing. So that’s good. I’m not on a beach with a hooker and bottle of Jack Daniels until my days run out.

This is what keeps a lot of us alive. The need to produce something consequential — to the world, which is the issue at hand. It isn’t enough to impact people in the vicinity of one’s life. It has to be bigger.

Relatively speaking most of us are doing quite well. But it feels like a cop out because it is. It’s just self talk, cognitive fortification in the face of blinding existential angst. So it’s not enough either, particularly if you’re introspective enough to see your way through the ruse.

You can’t fool yourself on this one. You’re either on top of the human food chain or you aren’t. You either wrote the great American novel, or have your own syndicated talk show, or star in a blockbuster that earns you an Oscar, or have 20 Olympic Gold Medals — or you don’t. It’s that simple and that out of reach for virtually everyone but the 5 or six people you can rattle off in your head. And while a Lotto win might be all she wrote for a tractor driver in the Mid West, a person who grew up with balanced values and reasonable expectations, it wouldn’t begin to cut it for the rest of us. No folks, we’re screwed.

People like us produce people like Madonna. Nothing was ever enough for her. She was “destined” for greatness and she achieved it — if greatness is measured by how many people know your name, recognize you on the street, or listen to your music. In this sense she has impacted the world at large. She climbed to the top and she has fulfilled her “birthright.”

But what if she didn’t succeed? What if she failed David Geffen’s expectations? Would she have killed herself? Who the hell knows, but she was convinced that greatness awaited her and it did.

That’s the way many of us feel — like we have something we have to do that must be done because it has been somehow preordained.

Now imagine how crappy you would feel with expectations in the stratosphere and the probability of achieving them virtually impossible. This is the great set-up. The trap.

Are any of us “destined” for anything? or is there something in our upbringing that make us feel this way, for better or worse?

There is no question that some of us are born with extraordinary talent that no one could possibly deny. A good example of this was my neighbor, Harry Connick, Jr., who was a child prodigy. No one told him he was great, he already knew it.

He didn’t imagine it, like, say, Madonna. And then through sheer force of will make it happen.

I think that people like Madonna grow up empty, and then spent their lives trying to fill the void. Some are successful at this – to the extent that popular culture and/or money are enough – while others simply use their gifts to their advantage and are embraced by the world for sharing them.

One is driven by the need for constant reflection, while the other is taking what one has and simply doing what comes naturally.

And while it may seem like two in the same, it isn’t.

People with narcissistic personality disorder are often successful and dead at the same time because no matter how much there is, it’s never , ever, ever enough…particularly for the people in their lives.

 

 

 

According to company sources, Lululemon is pulling some of its yoga pants off the shelves because they are “too sheer.” Apparently, its a “quality control issue” in the Asian factory that’s been manufacturing them since 2004.

Is anyone buying this SPIN?

Women like the pants! Specifically because they ARE see-thru! Because they ARE sexy! Because they get attention under the pretext of yoga wear, rather than stripper wear!

Manufacturing glitch my ass. These pants were specifically ordered by execs at Lulu to meet the growing demand for all things translucent.

It’s the perfect scapegoat for narcissistically-inclined [and much appreciated] yoga babes who enjoy parading their big round asses all over town, without coming across as street walkers [not that that would bother most us, either].

They can always count on the oh-so-subtle Lululemon logo to show vice cops when they pull over to ask for their I.D’s.

The only people complaining about this are middle age, frumpy housewives with divorce attorneys on speed dial.